Santa Clara High School - Tocsin Yearbook (Santa Clara, CA)

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L5 g KCIKTEIIN-. 30 Back in the old U. S. A. again, but what's this? A house! Wonder what it's like inside? What colors! It must be the home of an artist. Who's sitting there painting? Her profile looks familiar. Why--yesfsit's Martha Kerch! What next? asked Tony delightedly. Doesn't Little Old New York look great? Ah! It's newest nightfclub. What peppy music they have. Well how on earth, Harold Madrigali!f-the leader. Say, that auburn head at the piano looks very, very familiar. Sure enough, it's Frances Hansen! A big house flashed into view. Gn the lawn a little curlyfheaded boy was play' ing. His nurse is speaking to him. Come, Carl, like a good boy! Whwfwh- Tony expostulated, L'it's Reva Nipper! Why all the reporters in that crowd? They're crowded about somebody. Let's see, the screen says an aspiring novelist, gracious, it's Jean Hawley. The wide open spaces flashed into view. Look at that rider comingf' said Tony adrniringly. He sure knows how to ride. He fWhy--ferf--a-fhum, it's a she! and it's Maude Hawkins at that. Enough said! Look at that tiny shack out there all alone. Must be empty. No there's some smoke coming from that chimney. They look into the house. L'Look at the maps on the table, and pictures of bridge. There's a man. He's turning around now, Why it's Dan Christensen. An assembly of teachersffwanting their salary I suppose. My, my, the chair' man is Eleanora De Soto. Look who's coming to the front. Delvina Malatesta and Aileen IvIcClosky. We're in Honulula! at the office of the Daily Sun. Why the editor isgno yes it's Iola Andrews! Here comes a man into the office. Wants an ad put in the paper. Looking for an assistant engineer evidently. Why- -it's old Anthony Bakichf' The faithful machine shows a suite in the WaldorffAstoria. Why I know that-ahemf-gorgeously gowned woman. It's Evelyn Hinkley. Someone's coming in the door. Her secretary. Gracious it's Gertrude Thompson. Well-well. Well and who have we here in that silk hat? Oh it's Edward Guinasso and he's Foreign Minister to Italy, is he? Hm, they aspire all right! !'Look at all that snow. Why there's and airplane. Two of them, no, there's some more over there. Must be an exploring party. There's the head man. Great Heavens! It's Hugh Seaton. Dear, dear, murmured Tony. That fellow doesf-why he's-say! Well I'll be dinged, it's Manuel Roza! A botanist! How tenderly he touches those flowers! '!And that's all eh? said Tony. That's wonderful Bill. You'll certainly get a patent on it. And once again Tony fell to musing. But he soon woke. Say Bill, was that all there were?--students I mean, that graduated when we did? '!Yep, smiled Bill, that was all. That was quite a few I think. Isn't it funny how far each has gone?f-and there are no two careers alike! This is a small world after all when it comes to a machine like this, and Bill caressed it lovingly. And the two sat there for---shall we leave them there with their fond mem' ories and withdraw quietly to the unknown? It's best because they'll soon be say- ing that life is a stage -etc! I34I

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l5 fr-Clffgnx. calf! I think it's Elbert Eaton, said Tony hesitatingly, IVIy, my the dear fellow is a Grammar Professor. How perfect! Yes, said Bill, I do believe Elbert is trying to write a book on Why Ain't Should be Universally Accepted as Correct. Tliere's little Ollie Pierce! Good heavens, a puppeteer! Look he's finishing one of his puppet plays, They both watch breathlessly. 'iWho would have thought Ollie could aspire that high. He's a second Perry Dilly! Ah, This from Tony, as the familiar click of a typewriter reached his ears. Why it's Elizabeth Gray. But why all the photographers? Oh she has just won the National Championship for speed in typing, an' swered Bill. Farm lands, said Tony wonderingly, Whose are they? Why look! and a girl clad in overalls and a straw hat turned and faced their way. It's Rosaline Ligouri, And farming in Agnew too. H'm! Always thought she'd do something for humanity. Why there's Thelma Snyder. This from Tony. That timid little thing, what is she doing? An airplane landed and Thelma climbed in, Great heavens, an aviaf trix! Well of all things! Anything does happen! i'Ah! an art gallery. VV'ell-fsay isn't that an exquisite painting? Wonder who did it? Why Olga Olsen! Great Scott, so she's the artist. Well if it isn't Mary Louise Sutton, said Tony. Wherever did she acquire that French accent? he ended dazedly, as Mary Louise rattled og in Erench to her three little pupils. Ali, a Erench tutoress! !'You will not leave here until everything is cleared up, came a voice from the machine, and Ruth Ricke's picture came into view in the role of cooking teacher. She's had good background, remarked Tony knowinglyfi Look at that man! Why it's Alfred Gorostordoy busily engrossed in explain' ing the boundaries of Patagonia to his pupils. Vv'ell, well, and if it isn't the Alviso Grammar School! Why who is that tall, stoopfshouldered fellow coming into Mr. Gorostordoy's class? said Tony. My goodness, how he's mumbling about Debits, credits, profit and loss. Ah, solution, it's Michziel Kielyf' Isn't that clever little house on wheels? from Bill, as a house and lake came into view. It's the vagabond's house. Great guns, it's Beryl Hoskin!-f Her dream came true. L'Why this is London! There is a big warehouse, like the ones that Dickens has described in his stories. The bookkeeper is roundfshouldered from stooping so much. Ah! There goes the whistle. The man is getting upfand4-it's Me1'le Hart' zellf' U Why here we are in China! Here come two men pulling a loaded truck of tinware. One's loafing on the job. Why the men are George Souza and Gabriel Rocha. The lazy one would be Gabriel. INT

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I5 fr'Sl'-IQIIXI ,SU CLASS WILL We, the superb seniors of the class of 1930, do herein sorrowfully, reverently, and wholefheartedly, pronounce this, our last will and testament. As a class we bequeath the following: To the faculty we will our alertness, and our sunny dispositions, coupled with our sincere and respectful love of recreation. To the juniors we leave our honorable seats in assembly, hoping they will present as cheerful an aspect as their departing class of 1930. To the Sophomores we bequeath our superfluous ability in sponsoring to the utmost success, all social activities. To the Freshmen we bestow our acquired perseverance which they will greatly need, in their future laborious endeavors, to attain the goal we have now so success' fully reached. As individuals we bequeath as follows: I, Iola Andrews, do will unto Dorothy Grubb my knowldedge of travel,, hoping it will prove broadening. I, Alvin Azevado, do bequeath my fruitful efforts at being popular with blonde girls to Ernie Guard, may he enjoy their companionship as well. I, Anothy Bakich do bequeath my renowned capacity as a leader of Gym classes to Lawrence Wellish. I,Elena Cipolla, do decree to Roberta Evans, my unusual character which marks all genius. I, Rex Dunipace, do will to Paul Rea my green beret as an aid to his winning more S. C. V. L. matches. I, Alfred Redo, do solemnly commend unto the integral Freshmen Class my tales of folly and vice as known by Prof. R. V. Knaus. I, Frances Hansen, do direct unto Cleo Lewis, my sunny, sunkist, California complexion. I, George Fuller, do will unto George Springstead my cleverness in childish im' personations. I, Elbert Eaton, do bequeath unto Urban Francis, my quiet character to dom' inate his. I, Mae Hamer, do decree unto Beatrice Kelly, my charming girlish giggle. I, Dorothy Christensen, do will my pretty, bright smile to Cathryn Nell Smith. I, Thelma Grosskurth, do bestow upon Sylvia Kerkering my love for chemistry. I, Daniel Christensen, do bequeath my famous attendance record to Ruth Lawrence. I, Merle Hartzell, do commend unto Victor Maridala, my ability to play basket- ball. I, Madaline Camastro, do will my long black tresses to Henry Nissen to set off his becoming height. I, Eleanora De Soto, do bestow upon Helen Buswell, my intense interest innall student activities. E251